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Sherlock was annoyed again. John was tired. And she had no idea what she did wrong.
Her brother rifled through the papers strewn on his desk. When he didn't find what he was looking for he groaned with frustration, spinning around the gun still in his hand before firing at a random spot in the wall. John and Margaret ducked for cover, a yelp escaping her lips as she crouched, her body going close to the floor. Her legs didn't straighten themselves until she saw Sherlock lowered his pistol.
"Sherlock...do you need help looking for anything?" She asked, hopeful that if she could that gun would get out of his hands.
He scowled in her direction. "No you cannot. I simply misplaced something, if I can focus I'll be able to remember where I put it."
John laughed. "You misplaced something? That's not a surprise. But honestly Sherlock, take a break, you haven't slept in days. Your sister–" He nodded in her direction, his voice pitching as if hinting at something, "is here." When no reaction was produced from his friend he sighed, turning his attention on her. "He's obsessed with this case we're working on ever since–"
"I am not — obsessed!" Sherlock shouted, his hands shaking in the air as he spoke vehemently. They quieted as Sherlock looked at them. "That's it, out. The both of you."
"Sherlock?" John asked looking puzzled.
Margaret leaned towards him and whispered, "I believe he's kicking us out."
"That's exactly what I'm doing. Now leave." Sherlock walked over to the door and opened it, waiting expectantly.
John grabbed his coat and stood. He seemed used to this. "Alright then, I'll be around so give me a ring if needed." The man left and Sherlock looked at her, jerking his head towards the door. Margaret sighed, she had only just gotten here after all. Her luggage didn't move from where it sat besides the couch; she would be back later.
She paused in front of Sherlock. Even though she was three years his senior he towered over her by at least four inches. As she fiddled with his collar she said, "It's nice to see you. Even if you're making me leave as soon as I get here." Margaret added on a chuckle to let him know she wasn't taking it personally.
His lips were pressed into a frown and he stared at her fingers messing with his shirt. "Yes...it's nice to see you as well. But I have a case that I need to–"
"Work, I know same with Mycroft." Her eyes rolled and she waved a hand dismissively.
Sherlock raised a brow. "And what did he have to say?"
A grin spread across her face. "Nothing interesting. But he was less curt — point to the eldest Holmes."
"Weren't you leaving?"
"Oh I forgot," Margaret gave Sherlock a quick, awkward hug. His arms came around and patted her back, then dropped to his side when she pulled away. Then she left.
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